Romney Marsh

Romney Marsh The Fifth Continent is known for its natural beauty, the diversity of its habitats, rich history, extensive coastline and its sheep.

With much to see and do, excellent accommodation, outstanding attractions, fine food and drink, varied walking routes and many sandy beaches, Romney Marsh is an ideal place to visit, explore and enjoy. Find out more

Dymchurch has one of the finest sandy beaches in Kent. You can now view realtime pictures streamed from Dymchurch beach. The beachcam provides live information on the tide for fisherman and others wishing to use the beach for leisure. You can check the tides, see the weather in real time, watch the seagulls and view spectacular sunrises, all live

88 years of Steam Railway Heritage set against the backdrop of some of Kent’s most picturesque countryside is what makes a journey on the Romney, Hythe & Dymchurch Railway a totally unique experience.

The Romney, Hythe & Dymchurch Railway is proud to operate the most complete collection of one third full size Steam Locomotives in the world, running on tracks just 15 inches apart.
13½ miles of track stretch across the picturesque Romney Marsh from the Cinque Port town of Hythe to Dungeness; one of the largest expanses of shingle in the world & designated as a National Nature Reserve. Find out more

Romney Marsh is known as The Fifth Continent. Thomas Ingoldsby, the pen name of 19th century author and cleric Richard Harris Barham (sometime Rector of St Dunstan, Snargate), wrote in his The Ingoldsby Legends:The World, according to the best geographers, is divided into Europe, Asia, Africa, America, and Romney Marsh.

Serve God, honour the King, but first maintain the Wallis an apt slogan for Romney Marsh. Penned by author Russell Thorndike in his Dr Syn novel 'The Scarecrow Rides', it epitomises the fact that Romney Marsh owes its existence to the Dymchurch Wall, which stops the sea from flooding the Marsh.

John Betjeman wrote about Romney Marsh:

Romney Marsh, on the Sussex border of Kent and close to the sea. Romney Marsh, where the roads wind like streams through pasture and the sky is always three-quarters of the landscape. The sounds I associate with Romney Marsh are the bleating of innumerable sheep and the whistle of the sea wind in old willow trees. The sea has given a colour to this district: it has spotted with silver the oak posts and rails; it gives the grass and the rushes a grey salty look and turns the red bricks and tiles of Fairfield Church a saffron yellow.